Hunting High School

The young lecturer of magic biology opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth again, but his expression was much darker.

Whether it was using the power of the starry sky to harmonize the blood of the demon, or trying to drag his student into the crow, the methods seemed a bit radical.

Professor Monteria glanced at him, seeming to guess the vocabulary in his mind: "It's meaningless to be flustered because you are too aggressive."

"But you said that everything has meaning." Gan Ning murmured, squeaking the sugar bag in his hand.

The professor shook his head: "Darkness is not as dangerous as you imagine... A small thought in our mind spreads out, gets lost in the sea of ​​souls, and sees sights we have never seen before, this is not depravity... It just Exhausting its instinct of exploration ... and then meeting new sparks with thinking. This is beneficial to our work."

"However, the place where that thought arrives and the things it creates may become the poison that kills us." The young wizard raised his voice slightly, and immediately denied himself: "No, it's not possible...it's certain. It will definitely become poison! You I have also said that any thought of going into the darkness will completely degrade the originally clear soul when it returns. This is a fact that no amount of snake oil or holy water of Lourdes can change."

Snake oil was a common elixir for old-school wizards, and holy water of Lourdes worked wonders against pollution from the stars.

Professor Monteria let out an odd laugh.

The young wizard looked at him in astonishment.

"There is no fact that cannot be changed, day or night, light or dark,"

The professor restrained his smile, his attitude was gentle, and his words meant something, with a touch of relief and a hint of reminder in his tone, repeating what he just said: "... nothing can be changed. Glory, status, wealth, everything It’s just a matter of a moment, and only the truth can bring eternity... This is my greatest achievement on the battlefield of Hell... Don’t forget our goal, what we have to go is the dead end that the predecessors did not go through, So any method that can help us open the way is worth trying to spare no effort."

As he spoke, he made a series of weird sounds like birds chirping and insects chirping, and then his voice returned to normal again:

"...This is a proverb in the priestly language of ancient Atlantis, which means 'Where no one goes, is where the truth exists'...And the exploration of the unknown will always require the help of the unknown."

Similar words, the professor said more than once.

It can relieve his anxiety very well every time, but the effect is not so good today.

The young lecturer forced a smile: "...the school's general education circle failed to translate what you just said. It's really strange...I've never seen such a thing."

"The general knowledge circle will only translate languages ​​that are grammatically complete and still alive."

The professor sighed softly: "The death language like Atlantis priest's language, which has only a few words, is not used by anyone, so naturally it will not be included in it."

Chirp!

A few short chirps of insects interrupted the chatter in the room.

The two wizards raised their heads together and looked in the direction of the sound of insects. Under the ceiling, a firefly hanging on a vine was struggling to flap its wings.

But it was too old, and its wings had curled up and degenerated into two cotton rope-like existences. Even though it exhausted its strength, it couldn't find the magical power that made it fly.

Neither of the two spoke, and watched quietly as the firefly in front of Death puffed up its belly vigorously, releasing a bloody orange light.

Then the light became dimmer and weaker, as if the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, and like a candle that was about to burn out its wax,

When the last ray of light dissipated, the firefly died.

The other flamingos swarmed up and swarmed, sending the dead flamingo deep into the swarm—the magic biology lecturer knew that, according to the ancient tradition of the flamingos, the dead flamingo would die in the swarm.

A hidden corner, following the rituals of nature, returns to the belly of its fellows.

Then, a young firefly staggered up the vine, occupying the previous position of the dead firefly, vibrating its wings, making a melodious sound from its mouthparts, its belly bulging slightly, and emitting a soft and bright light.

These rays dispelled most of the haze from the young wizard's face.

"Hackhunters from the Wandering Bar are not good partners."

Gan Ning finally turned his attention back to the real business, and restarted the topic that should have started a long time ago: "They didn't abide by the contract and wanted more. I think this kind of contempt for the rules may be the main factor for them to eventually lose control... ..."

He described in detail what he saw and heard during this mission.

Didn't talk about Excuse Hunting Team, Zheng Qing, the young wizard's mighty rune gun and the mysterious and powerful magic power he can wield, just focus on the primary objective of this mission.

"...The mission target was easily captured, there was no unexpected interference - including the school and her father, did not appear - I think there are three possibilities, one is that her father is in advanced One is that our preventive measures in advance are effective and can cause a certain degree of interference to the existence of legends; the other is that the task launch time is advanced, which is beyond our plan and certainly beyond the expectations of those interferences ..."

"interesting."

Professor Montelia showed an unfathomable expression on his face: "Actually, this is what I care about the most. Even if several legends of the school leave Phuket Island, there is still plenty of room to send some great wizards into the Silent Forest, but They've been keeping quiet..."

"Maybe it's because the existence that descended that day was too dangerous?" Gan Ning murmured thoughtfully as he thought of the huge palm that descended from the sky.

"Maybe." The professor was noncommittal and skipped the topic: "What about other matters? Is there anything else that needs our attention?"

The young wizard hesitated for a few seconds.

"After the target lost blood, his figure returned to his childhood form... This change was not what we expected."

"Well, is there any more?"

"There are also those hired hunters. In addition to losing the prosthetic bodies we provided, their bodies may also be polluted from the starry sky."

"Hired hunter?"

There was a trace of indifference on the professor's face: "There is a saying in the Gospel of Matthew - if your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better to lose one part of your body than to let your whole body go into the Underworld - what's more, they It’s not our left and right hands, it’s just a pair of gloves at best.” Recently, the transcoding has been serious, which makes us more motivated and updates faster, please move your little hands to exit the reading mode. thanks